All Work Is An Act Of Philosophy.

She Started Off, Walking Fast, As If The Speed Of Her Steps Could Give Form To The Things She Felt.

As A Cultural-intellectual Power And A Moral Ideal, Collectivism Died In World War Ii. If We Are Still Rolling In Its Direction, It Is Only By The Inertia Of A Void And The Momentum Of Disintegration. A Social Movement That Began With The Ponderous, Brain-cracking, Dialectical Constructs Of Hegel And Marx, And Ends Up With A Horde Of Morally Unwashed Children Stamping Their Foot And Shrieking: "i Want It Now Is Through."

I Refuse To Apologize For My Ability -- I Refuse To Apologize For My Success -- I Refuse To Apologize For My Money. If This Is Evil, Make The Most Of It.

It Is My Eyes Which See, And The Sight Of My Eyes Grants Beauty To The Earth.

The Degree Of A Country's Freedom Is The Degree Of Its Prosperity.